That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

Chapter 240

That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate Chapter 240

Ottai led them to Frostfall's royal residence. They entered the quiet chamber where Emeriel lay on the bed, face pale and eyes closed. Her breathing too faint. Grand King Daemonikai sat beside her, his hand clasped around hers. He didn't react when Ottai announced their arrival or when they entered the room. "Em?" Aekeira ran to her sister's side, taking her other hand. "Em, please, open your eyes," she sobbed. "Please... it's me, Aekeira."

"We're waiting on Faiwick. He's searching for the antidote," Ottai's voice was low as he explained. "The poison used is quite rare and difficult to obtain. So far, every healer we've checked don't have the kaizan root needed for the antidote." "Kaizan roots?" Vladya's brows drew together. "Those are almost impossible to come by."

Ottai nodded grimly. "It's not a Urekai poison, it's mage poison." His voice was tense, uneasy. "If someone sold it here, it's likely they sold the antidote too. Faiwick is checking with the remaining herbalists and the black market." Vladya's brows creased further. "And if it's not found?"

Ottai hesitated, eyes dropping to the floor. "We wait for Faiwick."

Throughout, Daemonikai said nothing. His face was stone, eyes never leaving Emeriel.

Vladya moved closer, standing behind the grand king. "And the person responsible-have they been found?" he spoke quietly but with steel in his voice.

"No trace, no trail, nothing," Ottai couldn't hide his frustration. "All our men are out there searching="

The door opened, and a guard's head poked in. "The healer has returned."

The grand king was on his feet instantly. Faiwick entered, flanked by soldiers.

"How did it go?" Daemonikai demanded. "Where's the antidote?"

The healer's face crumpled. "We found nothing, Your Grace. We scoured every abode, every herb stand by the rivers." He shook his head, in visible despair. "We questioned every herbalist, every vendor. There is no kaizan root here." Aekeira burst into tears, her shoulders shaking as she clutched Emeriel's other hand.

"What do you mean you couldn't find anything?" Daemonika snarled, his back going ramrod straight.

Faiwick's shoulders slumped, his face ashen. "I am s-sorry, Your Grace. W-we searched everywhere."

A tense silence filled the room.

The grand king, he looked...absolutely murderous.

Shit.

"We can still send a team to the mages." Ottai was quick to add, desperate to curb whatever storm clouds were building in him. "They might have the roots."

journey at best." Vladya

tight fists, speaking through gritted teeth.

Ottai shifted, uncomfortable.

Your Grace," Faiwick answered for him. "Three

all looked

away at her organs. By the third day... there will be nothing left."

if that wasn't enough, he pumped out heavy bursts of pheromones. Spreading like wildfire, the compulsion's strength

hands

bared their throat too, submitting to his dominance. "Calm down, D-Daemon, please..." Vladya said in a raspy voice Another roar ripped from the grand king's throat,

stench of urine rose in the air. Soldiers fell to the floor rolling on their

Daemonikai's eyes blazed, green and yellow. "I will find them, and I

visible effort, forced his legs to move. He was struggling, and Ottai could only imagine the turmoil those pheromones were wreaking on his half-mad beast. "Your Grace," Vladya's

through the

skull, forced himself closer as well. "I'll prepare the men for the journey to Mysticaria, Your Grace. We will ride all night and day, without stopping,

Daemonikai glared at him, sneering. Everywhere

all of you!" he barked, his body

their feets, the healer and soldiers scrambled out, leaving only the grand rulers and

head, face hardened, stomping from

Ottai saw him lose his ever-present control like this. The sight was jarring. And botherline terrifying. What if he went

stopped, and glared at the bed. Some of the

bent over, unwraping the dressing around

examining the infected flesh, "It's

"Daemon-" Ottai began.

poison needs to be removed." His tone demanded no

Vladya cut in. "Please, think this

him, his eyes

you're thinking," Vladya insisted. "Don't do

All the tension drained from him in a second.

time

into a faint smile. "Hey, old man. How

to Vladya, eyes sweeping over him, taking in every detail. He paused at his friend's

it's-" His eyes fell on Daemonikai's own arm, where the trails of blackened blood were still visible. "Daemon..." Vladya's tone held a

a bone-crushing hug. Vladya returned

grand king stated.